CONTENTS
Possessive Landlord
NEWSLETTER
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
NEWSLETTER
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS
LAIRDS & LADIES
RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD
IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS
About the Author
POSSESSIVE LANDLORD
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 168
FLORA FERRARI
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POSSESSIVE LANDLORD
Trudi
Fired from my crappy job yesterday, evicted from my apartment today. What’s next?
I need superman to come save me…
But who’d have me?
As soon as I hear him. As soon as I feel him pressed against me, I have a fair idea.
My new landlord, and I think he’s wanting to give me more than just a pink slip.
Kane
I own the apartment block, my latest acquisition. But I should have stipulated in my terms that everything inside it belongs to me too.
As soon as I see her curves, I know I have to possess them, to own them.
To own her.
She belongs to me now, not just her building. I’ll make damn sure of it.
*Possessive Landlord is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER ONE
Trudi
“You can’t just throw me out! I told you I get paid today, I’ll drop off the money after I get to the bank… I tell you that every Wednesday, Marco!”
But the super’s not hearing any of it. He’s being ruder, more unreasonable than usual… plus he has a bright pink slip in his hand, pushing it under my face as I’m halfway out my apartment door.
I don’t need this right now, I’m already late as it is.
“This time it’s too fuckin’ bad,” he spits out, the cigar stub at the corner of his mouth looking and smelling a lot like the shit that he’s spouting.
“New owner, new rules,” he says, raising his voice over mine as I try to protest.
“The word from high up is to serve all overdue tenants with evictions… which is you. Yeah, you pay every Wednesday but you’re three weeks behind, Einstein. Now move your fat ass and get your shit outta this dump before I call the cops!”
I’d normally have more fire in me, but today’s just not a great day. Yesterday some sleaze groped me at the diner, there was a big fight and I got fired. Now I’m being evicted…
What I need is Superman to come save me.
It’s not my choice, but I feel the tears coming, then I hear myself screaming out for help as Marco grabs me by the arm.
When a shadow falls across both of us, maybe it’s just a huge cloud blocking the sun. I watch Marco’s sweaty face fall as he looks up behind me.
A low growling sound registers in my ears and I think for a second maybe someone’s savage dog has escaped.
But it’s not a dog. It’s him, and he’s come to rescue me. Just in the nick of time.
I smell his cologne before I hear his smoky voice, and I know before I even see him that he’s just perfect. Anyone who sounds and smells so good has to be.
And he is.
My heart’s beating way too fast from all the Marco eviction bullshit, but it misses a beat and kicks up into overdrive as Marco lets go of me, literally pushing me away from him and then I turn around.
I have to look up to take all of him in, a slight pause at his hips before I zoom on up, eager to lose myself in his dark, sultry eyes which have a smoldering fire burning in them.
A fire he’s kindling especially for Marco.
“Hands off her, shit lips,” he growls. His whole upper body stiffens in one motion as he makes two anvil sized fists with his giant hands. Every fiber of muscle the man has is flexing, primed and ready for action.
I hear Marco gulp and the cigar stub falls from his mouth.
I hear my own gasp, and my mouth drops, along with the sensation of extreme blood flow to my most sensitive and instantly drenched body parts.
I’ve never felt instant arousal, ever. I wouldn’t have believed it possible. Taking this man in with my eyes, I not only believe in it, I want it, lots more of it and I have to steady myself from fully swooning by resting on the wall behind me.
“You alright?” he asks me, his eyes softening on mine as I pump a swift nod.
His perfect mouth pulls into a smile, flashing opalescent rails of perfect teeth set inside his rigid, square jawline. His equally perfect hair staying put as the wind picks up and he jerks his head with the slightest little movement, cueing me to get out of the way.
“Go back inside, into your home. Marco here has something on his nose…”
Marco finds his mouth again, which is a pity. He’s about to have it knocked off his face.
“The fuck are you, Pal? I’m the Super here and this is an eviction notice being served… the fuck’s on my nose, asshole?”
“My fist.” The stranger announces, planting a right jab square into Marco’s face, making it look tiny as his huge fist connects with it making a cracking, squelching sound.
It’s the last thing Marco hears for a while, and I gasp aloud, again. Every movement I make in this guy’s company draws little sounds from me. Disbelief, satisfaction, relief… mostly arousal.
I’ve never felt this way, period, let alone about another human being, I only want to get closer, to somehow make a physical connection. I even forget my phobia of people for a second, forgetting I’m the plump girl people like to poke fun at rather than think about poking for real.
Straightening his tie under his dark blue blazer, he looks through my screen door, right into my eyes intently.
“Tell me you’re alright. Tell me this asshole didn’t hurt you.”
I stammer some more, then feel my legs going weak. I try to say something. Anything.
But looking at him standing there, taking up so much space so
perfectly, smelling so good and saving my ass I just make a sucking sound with my mouth like a fish.
“I’m Kane.” he says hoarsely, easily letting himself in, suddenly getting within inches of me as I take two steps back and that’s when it happens.
I feel like something inside me has come loose, like a pin’s been pulled and I’m about to lose all control completely.
I moan out loud, my legs shudder again and I feel my eyes crossing.
I only manage to squeak “Trudi” before all is lost.
His face rushes towards mine, his deep growl of concern mixed with something I can only call ‘approval’ registers before everything goes black.
I’m out of work, fired. I’ve been evicted, saved by a god and now I’ve fainted.
And it’s only Wednesday.
CHAPTER TWO
Kane
Coming straight from the lawyers to finalize the purchase, I want to look over my latest acquisition. Real estate like this isn’t my usual thing, but accounting says I have to spend like crazy for the next quarter or I’ll be paying it all in tax.
The open courtyard style apartment block’s a little dated. Come to think of it so’s the whole area. Maybe I’ll knock it down and rebuild something more modern.
Walking up the stairs, I can hear a heated and very one-sided conversation. I smell sweat and stale cigar, but then something else.
Something sweeter that makes my pants creak a little in the crotch department.
As soon as I get to the top step, I can see what’s being transmitted. The scent of a goddess and all I can see is her perfect behind, giving an instant thickness to the heat-filled snake forming in my pants.
Her heart shaped ass looks like it’s begging for me through the worn fabric of a simple dress, white on white. I can also see the outline of her panties in the full light which makes me growl deeply with approval.
Her thick curves are moving under her clothes, which I could watch all day long, but she’s moving for all the wrong reasons and her mood isn’t how I want it to be.
She’s scared.
I’m not a ladies man, not by a long shot. But I am a man who knows what he wants and as soon as I see her curves from behind, I know I made the right choice in coming here today. In buying the whole building.
I should have stipulated I wanted everything in it too.
The most perfect ass I’ve seen is paired with the most thrust-ready hips. A body made for mine, I can tell. I’m a big guy. Hard with lots of chiseled edges. I need something soft and plenty of it to grip.
Her blond hair is up in a tight bun, showing the milky smooth skin of her neck and I somehow know she’ll have the most beautiful blue eyes to match the rest of her loveliness.
But something’s wrong, I can see it. I can hear it, I can sense it. It’s ruining my buzz and worse, it’s scaring her. Threatening what’s mine.
Some asshole’s giving her a hard time and I overhear two words before I stride on over to take over. ‘Lard ass and eviction.’
My jaw clenches so tight I can’t speak, it feels like I’ve snapped the tendons that make my mouth work.
I’m torn between eyeing her beauty from behind and breaking the peanut who’s grabbing her in half.
She lives here and she’s being evicted, I get that much from what’s going on. I do recall the name and description of Marco, the building’s super from the lawyer.
He’s getting rough with her and she doesn’t like it. I don’t like it either.
I’m the only one who should be touching her, but not like that.
She’s in my building, which makes her my property, figuratively speaking and once she cries out for help I know I have legal and active permission to render assistance in the only way I can think of.
By saying goodnight to Marco, who drops like a sack of shit, matching the smell which seems to waft up from him. At least I have her to myself now.
Not an ideal way to introduce myself to my tenants, but she’s different. Whoever she is, and I can only hope she doesn’t have a husband or boyfriend tucked away in there, otherwise they’ll be getting the same nose job Marco just signed up for.
She’s mine and I’m going to claim her and make her mine officially, whatever it takes.
My instinct is to comfort her, to let her know she’s safe now. That I’m here and Marco won’t for much longer, I’ll see to that.
I introduce myself, let myself in but before I can even say anything I watch her eyes roll and she’s going down.
I sweep her up into my arms before she can fall, she’s light as a feather in my arms and her full, stiff peaked chest pressing into mine is permission for my cock to grow to full attention.
Nobody can see, but I hope she can feel it, pressing into the soft curves of her perfect ass now, making me growl again as she lets out a half sigh, half moan as she feels my hard body against hers.
In two steps I’m standing over a couch, telling myself I can put her down now, but I can’t.
I look around the place. A clean, cozy looking apartment. Single, I can just tell.
Thank fuck for that.
But it’s the building, not her. It’s old, crumbling. Dated and worn.
It’s no place for her. No place for the younger woman I’m going to make mine and I decide on the spot that she is evicted. Starting right fucking now.
She’s evicted from her old, shitty life and she’s coming home with me.
I lean in closer, studying her perfect skin and listening as she breathes gently now, all the fear gone from her with only a slight smile playing on her ruby red lips. Simple gloss, no slutty war paint. Fuck, she’s perfect!
I almost wish I had a third hand to touch myself, to relieve some of this aching pressure building up inside, but I know it would be useless.
Her small, soft hands are the only thing I want touching me. I want to see my thick cock being squeezed between those perfect tits as she fucks me with them, bobbing my swollen head in her mouth as I hold that soft, sweet hair of hers…
I groan out loud, and suddenly flush with embarrassment.
Her eyes have fluttered open and there’s a chorus of groans from outside as well.
Marco’s awake and so is my cock. I’ve got a raging hard on, holding the claim I’m yet to stake and she looks like she’s just woken up from a wet dream I just know involved me.
CHAPTER THREE
Trudi
Coming to in Kane’s arms is like waking up on a cloud made of pure man, muscle and musk. His scent is soothing, exciting and arousing all at once, but his shining eyes and… is that something in his pocket pressing against me… is it his…?
Oh my lord I think I’m about to have another of those gushing spells if it is…
I watch as my own hand instinctively goes up to his face, tracing his angled jawline, which is smooth but draws a rough growl from him as his eyes narrow on mine. He squeezes me tighter, closer to him and I hear a little gasping sound escape me which makes his eyes flash wider again.
“You’re mine, Trudi. I’ve got you now.”
“But I…” I try to protest and his purring growl silences me, telling me that everything’s going to be alright from now on.
And I just know that it will be, somehow.
I can hear voices from behind him. Marco’s I recognize, but there’s something else. Someone who doesn’t sound like such an asshole.
Kane turns around, still holding me like I weigh nothing and the light through the doorway dazzles me for a moment, and I can see Marco being pinned to the wall by a short, bald and angry looking man who I just know is a cop.
I’ve waitressed long enough to know plus I think I’ve seen this one at the diner.
“Anybody else in there?” he calls out, huffing between breaths and speaking over Marco who’s unhappy about being leveled and then being arrested for taking a swing at who he thought was his attacker but turns out it’s somebody else.
“Police! Anybody else in there? Don’t m
ake me… Oh! I beg your pardon, I didn’t realize you were here Mr. Barret, I was just…”
Kane steps into the doorway, recognizable through the screen and although he’s still holding me the detective recognizes him instantly.
“You got here just in time...”
“Detective Sloane,” the cop says.
Sloane registers Kane still holding me, but I can still feel his hardness pressing into my rump so I figure it’s as good a reason as any to keep me in his arms.
“Wanna tell me what happened here?” Sloane asks, opening the screen door and inviting us both out with his hand.
Kane growls and sets me down, but I feel his strong hand on my shoulder, keeping me slightly in front of him, his groin pressing into my back the whole time which makes me see spots, my knees tremble as my whole body feels the thrill of his firm touch.
“I’m the new owner of this building,” Kane begins and I hear myself gulp first, then Marco, who’s suddenly looking up at Kane in a new light, his face flushed with embarrassment now instead of rage.
“I was coming up the stairs, when I observed this man assaulting one of my tenants. I stepped in between them and then he… well. I defended myself as well as my tenant,” he says matter of fact. His voice so powerful, so firm and commanding it would convince anyone who heard it, even Marco’s nodding his head.
“Well, our friend here took a swipe at me, too Mr. Barret. I’ll have a uniform come take him downtown. I was just across the way here when I heard an argument.”
Kane makes an inquiring sound, pulling me back into him again and I feel my chest stiffen with delight as one of his hands rests on my hip, squeezing me closer. It takes everything I have not to moan out loud, to keep my head forward, but Kane somehow manages to keep talking as if I’m just his chubby tenant who he’s just rescued and he’s staying close for moral support.
“…Homicide,” Sloane says gravely, and Kane clicks his tongue.
“Rough area?” he asks earnestly, growling low again as Sloane nods his head.
“You picked a interesting neighborhood to invest in, Mr. Barret. I hope your touch can turn things around in this neck of the woods. A lot of people are hurting financially,” he adds.
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